Or deed or lightest thought of injury, ... 'Fore God, I have no care to see the sun Longer with such a groaning name. Not one Wound is it, but a multitude, if now All Thebes must hold me guilty—aye, and thou And all who loved me—of a deed so foul. Leader. Leader. If words were spoken, it was scarce the soul That spoke them: 'twas some sudden burst of wrath. Creon. Creon. The charge was made, then, that Tiresias hath Made answer false, and that I bribed him, I? Leader. Leader. It was—perchance for jest. I know not why. Creon. Creon. His heart beat true, his eyes looked steadily
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